Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 170

The tidal wave of online hate aimed at You Che didn’t escape Zhuang Jingyi’s notice—after all, she’d been watching the entire stream from start to finish.

She couldn’t wrap her head around it. He’d just returned to the spotlight a few days ago—how had he managed to ruin his image overnight?

Esports players might not have the same reach as mainstream celebrities, but they were still public figures.

With a scandal like this, blatantly violating moral boundaries, even if You Che’s hand healed properly, the league was likely to kick him off the team.

That said, his downfall was a huge win for her. With You Che out of the way, Mo Hen could finally rise to undisputed dominance in the esports world.

But when she saw that You Che was willing to debase himself just to pursue that fanfic writer Ban Wa—even going so far as to willingly be the “other man”—a bitter, suffocating frustration churned in her chest.

The woman was clearly taken. What could You Che possibly see in her?

Zhuang Jingyi had pursued him before. He’d treated her like any other fan.

She didn’t get it. They were both fanfiction writers. What made Ban Wa so much more desirable?

Why did he shoot her down cold, yet turn around and shamelessly grovel at Ban Wa’s feet?

Seething with resentment, Zhuang Jingyi logged into her Love Diary account, ready to publicly blast You Che and milk the drama for followers.

Just then, a private message popped up. That account only had around a hundred followers and was usually dead quiet, so the red notification caught her attention immediately.

The message inside practically made her heart burst with joy, washing away her earlier gloom.

[User13624088]: Hello, I’m Mo Hen, the AD carry for team BOC. I stumbled across your fanfic and found it really interesting. Mind if I add you so we can chat?

Zhuang Jingyi scrolled through her recent posts. Sure enough, she’d been writing almost exclusively about Mo Hen lately.

And because of her rebirth, she’d subconsciously included events from upcoming matches, even crafting scenarios where Mo Hen became MVP.

Without hesitation, she handed over her contact info.

Just imagining Mo Hen’s dominating presence on stage, winning championship after championship, made her heart race and her cheeks burn.

She’d clearly made the right choice. What normal person would threaten to sue fans for writing fic? Only a vengeful lunatic like You Che.

Now that his reputation had collapsed, there was nothing stopping her and Mo Hen anymore.

—

In the living room, You Che was on his knees atop his most-used keyboard. His hands were tied behind his back with a silk scarf. His swan-like neck stretched forward, delicate and beautiful.

He bit down on his lower lip, equal parts pain and arousal.

Under the dim lighting, his eyes shimmered darkly with unshed emotion, silently begging for her to be even rougher.

“Chebao, do you know what you did wrong?”

His head hung low, voice a little weak and dejected.

“I know. I shouldn’t have posted all that crazy stuff online. I dragged you into it and made everyone curse at you too. It was a dumb impulse… I made a mess for you to clean up.”

“Did it… affect things between you and your boyfriend?”

Su Ci: “…?”

“Aren’t there any questions you want to ask me?”

You Che raised his dewy eyes to meet hers.

“Jiejie, can I ask?”

As if afraid she’d change her mind, he quickly followed up:

“That is… can I be your side piece?”

Su Ci was half-livid, half-amused. She scooted forward and pinched his sharp jawline, forcing him to tilt his head back before leaning in and kissing him hard.

When she finally let the panting boy go, she spoke:

“Sure, you can. But before you get promoted to side piece, I need to find myself an actual boyfriend first.”

Still breathless, You Che blinked, eyes red-rimmed from frustration. His words came out adorably dumb:

“Wait, I’m not already your number three? Jiejie, how many ‘boyfriends’ do I have to beat out here?”

“Am I fourth? Fifth? Or… sixth?”

Even though he’d always known she was the type to keep her options open, he hadn’t expected his place in her heart to rank so low—especially when every other sasaeng worshipped him like a living god.

Why did he have to be her fallback plan?

Su Ci had originally wanted to mess with him a little longer, but one look at his pitiful face—on the verge of tears—made her sigh.

“Can’t you try thinking positively for once?”

“How could I ever let Chebao be just a side piece?”

He had to admit—she was good. A true master of manipulation.

In an instant, all his frustration melted away.

“So I’m number one? Jiejie, you’re so good to me! Who else would give me the top spot?”

His new status made him giddy. Still kneeling on the keyboard, he crawled over and plastered himself to her leg, nuzzling her like a needy kitten.

Su Ci laughed and squirmed under the tickle of his short, bristly hair.

“You Che, have you been drinking?”

“No, Jiejie. I never touch alcohol.”

“Really? You’re acting totally drunk. Go wash up and get to bed—I’m heading home.”

The moment he heard that, he panicked. He wriggled free of his bindings and clung to her legs with both arms and legs.

“Don’t go, Jiejie, please? I’ll be good, I promise. I won’t get jealous. Just stay the night—go back to your main guy tomorrow…”

Su Ci rubbed her temples.

“So what, now there’s a guy in the middle who’s a 1.5?”

You Che blinked in confusion.

One minute.

Two minutes.

…Five minutes.

Finally, something clicked.

He pointed at her, then at himself, mouthing the words in disbelief:

“Jiejie is the one. I’m number one. Su Xu is the little brother. There is no number three, four, or five…”

“That’s amazing, Jiejie! The three of us can live happily ever after, and no one can judge us! You’re a genius!”

Su Ci tugged on his ear.

“Dummy.”

“Fine, I’m a dummy—but I’m your dummy. Stay the night, okay?”

Still pleading, he stood from the keyboard—and in a clumsy stumble, landed squarely on top of her on the couch, his face blazing red.

“Jie… Jiejie…”

But he didn’t scramble off. Instead, he hovered there, staring deep into her eyes, voice full of suspicion.

“That guy Su Xu said you were living with…?”

He wasn’t just jealous. He was marinated in jealousy.

Su Ci leaned up and planted a kiss on his chin.

“Beats me. The guy’s so shy it’s pathetic. He hides in the bathroom whenever he’s here, won’t even show his face to his own brother. How’s he supposed to face our parents later?”

You Che’s eyes went wide in disbelief.

That guy… was him?

Life had just taken him for a full spin on a leash—and somehow, he still felt stupidly happy.

He buried his nose in her hair, taking in her unique scent.

“Jiejie, I’ve been played.”

No one had tricked him—he’d just managed to screw himself over spectacularly.

He’d been so blinded by jealousy, he’d gone berserk on Weibo. Now everyone thought Su Ci was cheating on a dozen men, and his own reputation was in ruins.

Su Ci didn’t particularly care what strangers online thought. Their opinions meant nothing to her. The only reason she clarified anything was for the sake of You Che’s career.

He logged back onto Weibo and saw Su Ci’s repost—timestamped about an hour ago.

It was a simple four-word statement. Some people believed her. Others were skeptical.

After all, for someone to boldly claim they were a homewrecker and then be proven not one—it was hard for people to wrap their heads around.

This time, You Che’s typing speed beat even his confession tweet. He was just as unhinged as before.

[DE.YouChe]: I asked Jiejie’s boyfriend just now. He’s totally fine with me and Ban Wa being together. The three of us can live happily ever after.

You don’t know if I’m number one or number three. Soon enough I’ll be four, five, even seven and eight. How do you know Jiejie’s been a solo stan all these years, head over heels for me?

Sorry to disappoint again! Took me just two hours to go from side piece to official. Can I apply for the world record for fastest promotion?

Turns out, the boyfriend was me. I am the boyfriend. I’ve always thought mutual love wasn’t anything to brag about—but I just don’t get you people. It’s not like I’m going to tell you I became Ban Wa Jiejie’s official boyfriend at 10:19 p.m. on May 22, 2025, or that she kissed me three times after I knelt on the keyboard for just thirty minutes…

By the way, see my stunning profile pic? Hand-drawn by my beautiful girlfriend Ban Wa herself, every stroke lovingly rendered while staring at my face…

His hands were moving too fast. His thoughts were a chaotic mess.

Before Su Ci could stop him, his dramatic, bragging rants had already gone viral.

She fixed her eyes on him, gaze swirling with thick, unreadable emotion.

“Chebao, do you even realize what you’ve just done?”